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He was going to gear up, really, he was, but then he realized that he hardly owned anything. And what does one buy for the man who has it all? You do not buy something for him and thus no one had bought him anything. The one time slave now found it most prudent to head out of the village for a bit, stretch his legs, take a look around and, if he could, find out whatever or whoever this Gluttony person was. His money went on the former, that he was not, in fact, an actual person but some strange entity, but only time would tell on that front

Regardless, that mattered not now as his feet pounded the proverbial pavement, proverbial in the sense that Iron had not paved its roads. Not with stone, not with concrete or asphault,
and, ironically, not with Iron. He scoffed a bit at this, readjusting the small pack of supplied he had brought with him as he, in the guise of a nobody traveler, set out to the fabled fallen land of stone. Maybe they had paved their roads and he would find it an easier travel once he arrived.

Exit to Iwa